The early evening ocean swells swept over Gina and me in a calm languid fashion. Gone were the crushing breakers of the early afternoon. Gone were the young, hard-bodied surfers. Gone were the yelling, giggling kids. Gone was the incessant screech of jet-skis. Gina's arms were linked around my neck just as her legs were linked around my waist. The top of her one piece spandex bathing suit was down around her waist, and her huge firm breasts with their hard nipples were scraping up and down on my chest as each new swell raised my feet a couple of inches off of the firm sand beach. My rock hard cock was probing her crotch with each swell. Between the swells, our mouths locked together allowing us to savor the salty flavor of each other's lust.
Gina had come to the beach with Joyce and her daughter Diana. Diana's girlfriend had canceled at the last moment. Gina and Joyce brought Diana and a friend often, since Gina really enjoys the beach and Joyce enjoys getting away from the rush and crush of her job. Diana also loves the beach and the attention that the young surfers give her. As planned, Gina and I bumped into each other on the beach, quite by accident at about 4 o'clock. I doubt that either Joyce or Diana believed our little fiction, but since we are each married to someone else, and since Gina wanted a romp with me at the beach, our fiction provided a polite way for them to accept our extra marital encounter. When I showed up I talked everyone into staying to watch the sun go down. It did not take much coaxing to get Diana to agree, and Joyce was really too tired to argue since late afternoon traffic was a killer, and she was really enjoying the beach anyway. Joyce volunteered to get some fast food since she had enough of the water for one day.
Joyce and Diana could not miss the way that Gina and I hungrily devoured each other with our eyes. Once when I glanced Diana's way I could see that her nipples were erect under her flaming red spandex bikini, and her tongue was hungrily flicking over her pouting red lips. It looked for all the world that Diana was really getting turned on by the idea that Gina, who had acted more like an aunt, could have a lusty relationship with someone other than her husband.
As soon as Joyce left to pick up the burgers, Gina and I decided to go into the surf. Diana said that she would watch the beach blanket for us, so Diana surprised us when she came up to us while Gina was in my arms. Gina was embarrassed that Diana saw her with her breasts crushed against my chest, but I reached out an arm and pulled Diana into our embrace. She fairly leaped into my arms and asked if she was supposed to take her top down too.
I looked at Gina who said: "I don't know Diana. The sight of your young firm breasts might kill him."
I looked deeply into Diana's eyes and softly said: "Kill me."
With a giggle she tugged at the bikini string behind her head and pulled her top down around her waist. Her firm young breasts were tipped with rock hard little nipples that just begged to be sucked. She mashed them against me as she pulled my head down for our first long, probing kiss. I kneaded her bare left rump cheek while grasping Gina's right rump cheek with my other hand. Gina slipped her tongue in my ear and then softly told me that she would go back up to watch the blanket if I would keep an eye on Diana.
As Gina broke our embrace Diana slid around in front. Her eyes and mouth popped wide open at the first contact with my hardened cock against her bikini-covered bottom.
She said "Gina must have really gotten you quite hot." I agreed and added that she was not doing anything to make matters any better. We kissed again, and I could see Gina, with her bathing suit up slowly walking toward the shore as the next swell buffeted us. Before I could make another move, Diana unfastened her long slender legs from around my waist and yanked her bikini bottom off her legs and draped it over my shoulder. She then remounted me pulling her bare crotch in firm contact with my lower abdomen as her lips locked on mine with her tongue probing deeply. The next swell raised her first then settled her burning pussy onto the head of my stiffened cock. She groaned with that first bare flesh contact, then whimpered softly as she tried to enshroud the length of my cock in her hot moistness. The salt water proved to be too briny for us to continue our actions with any comfort, so I withdrew and allowed my cock head to saw up and down against her clit. Only about 3 swells and several more sawing actions brought Diana to her first orgasm. She rubbed up and down against me hard enough to cause me some minor pain. I kept kissing and hugging her as her orgasmic waves receded. As the last waves of passion receded I noticed that Joyce had returned with the food. I gently helped Diana get back into her bikini before we started our languid trek out of the surf.
When we got back to the blanket Gina was supervising the lay out of the food. Everything had to be just right. Diana and I knelt side by side in the sand with Joyce on the other side, and Gina across from us. Gina asked us how we had enjoyed the surf. Diana turned a dark red and I said that we had a wonderful time. Joyce seemed to notice the color in Diana's cheeks, but said nothing. As we finished our meal, Gina and Diana decided to go back into the surf. They tried to pull me along, but I begged off telling them that I needed a few minutes to recuperate.
While we were eating, Joyce announced that she should really get home to catch up on a couple of things from work. We were all disappointed in breaking up the party, but Gina recommended that Diana and she could ride back with me. After kicking this idea around for a few minutes, we decided that Joyce would take everything but the ice chest, boom box, blanket and towels when she went home. I helped Joyce gather the things that she would be taking. Gina suggested that I help carry the stuff up the stairs to the car. I gladly agreed.
As she led the way up the steep, wooden stairs from the beach to the Cliffside parking area, I was treated to a beautiful view of Joyce's swaying rump. The iridescent bathing suit material clung lovingly to her pussy, which was in plain view to me from my position directly behind and below her swaying hips. When we reached the second landing, she looked over her shoulder and asked if I was enjoying the view. In a voice, horse from climbing the stairs with a full load of boogie boards and beach chairs and the proximity to her nearly exposed feminine beauty, I rasp out that I was enjoying the view immensely. Her smile told me that she was really happy with my reaction. At the top of the cliff she darted between two large oleander bushes, and I struggled to get my load through the narrow opening. I brushed against her lush breasts as She held one of the larger branches aside for me. Once behind the bushes I noticed that her car had been backed into an opening just wide enough for the car at the street, but providing a view of the ocean below. We busied ourselves storing things in the trunk, and I managed to brush my hardened throbbing cock against her rump more than once. After the car was loaded, She reached behind her neck and unhooked the strap on her bathing suit top. Turning to me she said: "This thing digs into my neck too much." I told her to make herself comfortable, and she said that she would, but this was not a nude beach. I looked around then told her that no one was within sight.